Shells

What's in your coconut

Nothing but marbles

Rolling around a shell

Better give them a spill

Under the bright blue sky

Oh, what a pretty high

Na, na, na, na

Na, na

I'll pile till that exile

And spill till that spirit

Fly back home

What's in your low water

Nothing but turtles

Piling up on their shells

Overcoming themselves

Under the bright blue sky

Oh, what a fatal high

Na, na, na, na

Na, na

Now, I'll pile till that exile

And spill till that spirit

Fly back home